The Good The Bad and The Ugly

My cyber Law professor once said, “every human being has criminal instinct in him/her… Its just the way that we are brought up differentiates you from others… She had asked us one simple question, “what is a crime?” and to which she only gave a very simple answer which said, “Everything that your mom said is not good or you should not do will most of the times me wrong or a crime which will harm you in some way.”

Now why am I blabbering about crimes and criminals…. Moving on… GOOD, BAD and UGLY is my blogpost after almost a year and a half. This one is my take on the age old topic of a GOOD GUY and BAD BOY… Please note… The good one is a guy and a bad one is a boy… Though I am not a particular fan of the term good guy… it seems too childish and goody goody to call him like that. So henceforth he shall be referred to as a NICE GUY.

So what is this whole thing about?? Lets start with the BAD BOY first…

Bad boys are always a hit amongst girls for some weird ass reason….. 23 and a half years have taught me this… I have tried to reason it out and here are a few things that I concluded…

· Bad Boys always have a certain mystery and the thrill of unknown around them which for some reason excites girls… I mean yeah it can be intriguing but it definitely cannot be the reason to do STUPID things..

· Bad boys always are necessarily accompanied with some bad habit… and for definition of bad habit… refer “Mom’s Dictionary”

· Now they aren’t evil either… What makes them bad is the very simple fact that they are not as good as the nice guys

· Over Gentlemanly and over chivalrous

· They are Super Jealous of NICE GUYS…

· One very simple point… A nice guy can become a bad boy and then do a reverse transition again… But once a bad boy … always a bad boy…

· Now bad boys further divide themselves into 2 categories.

o One which do exceptionally well in life…

§ Now these sons of bitches are the luckiest bastards alive… They freaking get everything they want… or so it has happened in the 23 years of life that I have seen

o The ones who don’t well in life.

§ Well the category speaks for itself (Again … No offence bad boys… Even Nice guys have this category… .. We will come to that)

Now … Moving on… The Nice guys…

There are no set of points for the nice guys… Typically these are

• Ones who follow rules… rather bends them only when needed…
• Take calculated risks
• Sincere
• Honest
• Understanding
• Adjusting
  

o Yeah this is like the biggest quality they have which generally screws them only.

· They aren’t the gentlemanly types okay… Again… a bad boy can be a better gentleman than a nice guy…

· Nice guys will be gentleman only when needed :P

Nice guys split up into two categories

o One with whom nice things happen and they finish first.

§ Now these buggers have everything going for them… Somehow they sail through everything and get all the glory and limelight associated with that. To quote an example of this… MS Dhoni… Sehwag… Kohli…. (might be lame examples but bhavnaaon ko samjho)

o The ones who suffer the most and yet don’t stop being nice.

§ Now poor souls…. They get their share of limelight but they never ever get their full worth. Simple example : Rahul Dravid.

§ He did everything…. Adjusted so much (told u na Adjusting quality is a bitch) … Right from opening the batting to wicket keeping… He did everything and was Always there…

§ Strong as AMBUJA CEMENT… The wall…

They generally finish last

This last type of Nice guys are the reason for whom I am writing this article… Poor souls.. Always there… but always underachieve.

Maybe there is a very cynical tone to this… but no…. These nice guys have one thing that drives them…. Most of the times it doesn’t matter to them because they are always optimistic about life… They believe whatever happens … happens for the best… (quite frankly they don’t have any other option in life but well … it’s a nice thing to wake up in the morning and feel that yes… today will be different) .

Don’t get me wrong… I am not saying that no one appreciates them, but its much less than what they actually deserve…( or so I feel.)

I have purposely left out other walks of life (read: girls) as examples for these 4 types because then the blogpost would be too obvious :D :P

Anyways… What is Ugly then…. I hope u are wondering about that.

Ugly is when the nice guy has it enough and turns bad… Things realllyy get nasty then… and no one wants that… (Trust me on this). The nice guys aren’t proud of it but then compromising all their life for the greater good isn’t the most comfortable thing to do either.

Mind you, a Nice guy can be badder than the baddest of the Bad guys… ( I mean this in the nice-bad way) … but then its not in his nature to do that…

To sum it up all... Salute to all the Nice Guys !!! and if you ask me … All the NICE guys are B.A.D (Brilliant And Decent!!!!)

As to who am I??? ….. I think different people will have a different opinion on this… but I think majority will answer the same :D :D

Last match on VJTI football ground!!!

Today was our traditional day in college. During a friendly chat with tanay and rhishi, i decided to play a football match from XYZ team (thats their real name...) in chetna.

Match was against my very dear friend Rhishi's team named Stallions.

The thing is that most of us were playing for fun. No one was aiming for the title or anything. We all just wanted to have maximum fun and that is what made the Match more special. Now i am a pretty mediocre player and u get to play 15-20 mins out of the total 40 then its a big thing for a person like me.

I got that... i played almost the entire match... I had a few good moments but the entire match was a dull affair for a third person. Not for us... all of us were enjoying each second of it.. there was no animosity , no greed to score goals... just the love of playing the greatest game with ur friends. It was MAGICAL!!!

the match ended in a draw and then we had a penalty shootout... Rhishi scored his first penalty and we were down 1-0. Then i stepped up to take mine. Few people from the opposing camp made a comment or two about me, but i really wasnt paying attention to anything. No dumbass could distract me today. Comments were very insignificant today.. i slammed my kick in the top left corner silencing anyone who doubted the fact that i could score..

the others missed their kicks whereas the opponents scored theirs... we lost 3-1.... but it didnt matter..

it was my last match on the most awesomest place in VJTI....

I was never in the college team and even though i spent most of my time on the subs bench for trical, i do share i special relationship with VJTI football... I was always a passionate supporter of VJTI football and Trical football team... Probably THE MOST ARDENT AND REGULAR SUPPORTER!!!

every memory of all the four years came flooding into my mind which blurred my view as i was returning home..

the first year enthusia in which i hurt my eye while playing the very first match on this pitch..... the constant cheering for VJTI while they played against other college... shouting "come on trical!!!! " at the top of my voice...

the memorable chetna match between rebels and DC which was decided in the last minute... the enthusia 2008 opening ceremony and matches which were equally competitive and memorable... spending every minute in college on the football ground in January... writing article about the matches for half time...... working as a CC and handling the entire event.....

standing on the same spot and cheering because its a lucky spot for VJTI team.... COME ON VJ!!!! COME ON VJ!!!!

last enthusia in which trical lost due to a last minute winner by Aditya Paranjpe (prod)...... everything is just so memorable and dear to let go..

there wont be any chetna from now on.... no enthusia.... no cloud 9 ..... no more COME ON VJ!!! COME ON TRICALL!!!!

this was too much to take... i will go on... do an MBA..... earn big bucks....... but nothing comes even close to an hour spent on this theatre of dreams!!!!! I may sound stupid but football is life and no matter how tiny a moment be... its too special..... i am at a loss of words and only true passionate followers of the game will understand what i have to say.....

finally the song which i could relate to this situation.... long long way to go... by led zepplin

http://www.lyrics.com/long-long-way-to-go-lyrics-def-leppard.html

check out the lyrics

GIVE ME SOME SUNSHINE, GIVE ME SOME RAIN, GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE I WANT TO GROW UP ONCE AGAIN!!!

Swanand Kirkire couldn’t have come up with anything better than these lyrics for the movie 3 IDIOTS.

They just make so much sense if you ponder over them for 2 minutes. Imagine if you got a chance to “grow up” once again.

How different things would have been! We always sit and wonder, “had I taken that decision my life would have been different,” or “I should have told that girl that I like her…. damn I made a mistake” or even something like, “why am I doing what I am doing right now!!”

There are so many things that have happened in your past which have made you what you are today.

Let’s start with the school life. There can be some school election that you won or lost and now if you get a chance you would want to get back there and set it right. There could have been many juniors in your school who used to respect you a lot and had a very nice opinion about you, but they never told you as you were always a “senior”. They might have told you that now after 5 years but now it doesn’t really make that much of a difference. Had those things happened in school how different your life would have been? The same thing goes with whatever you felt about your seniors… the girl you always had a crush on….. a failed relationship…. A competition in which you choked at the last minute resulting in your team’s loss…. A exam you screwed up because you were too casual about it… and so many other things. If you get a chance you will definitely want to relive it again and correct a few things.

Same goes for your school life. The people whom you love, your best friends, people whom you hate, people whom you want to beat up, people who were meddlesome and caused you a lot of trouble. Had you known this beforehand or had you had a chance to relive it again you could correct so many things.

All these are the negative points that I have been discussing about. There are so many positives too.

The tomboyish girl (from the school that you hate the most) you saw at some entrance exam who looked so snobbish that you detested her and would have never imagined that she would one day become your best friend, the guy whom you just casually met while playing football ends up becoming your “bro”, some lass whom you never even looked at when you were in your junior college turn out to be the person who understands you so very well and becomes your bestest friend… there are numerous such examples.

All these things constitute what we call “destiny”. And the thing about destiny is that it’s fair!! It gives you positives and it gives you negatives. If at all we do get a chance to grow up once again we might do these things right but then there would be something else we would have in store courtesy destiny.

People always say that we would like to see the future but I think this way would be much better. You experience future first hand and the go back and change a few things.

But is it really necessary to change those things?

So many people say that I regret doing this, I regret doing that, blah blah blah. BULLCRAP I say.

We never regret anything; rather we should not because “NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. SO LIVE IT UP.. DRINK IT DOWN… LAUGH IT OFF..… TAKE YOUR CHANCES AND NEVER REGRET THEM… BECAUSE AT ONE POINT ….. EVERYTHING YOU DID WAS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED!!!!”

YOU!!!

whenever we get into a new crowd, we are always excited about it.. new people(better people at times), new environment, new things to do.... all this is exciting at the start... but as years go by even you have to change

you have to be the new you.... and this new you has to be better than the previous you otherwise what happens is that the people around you transform into a better versions of themselves where as you just deteriorate.. and this metamorphosis is not visible at the start... when another phase comes wherein you have to embrace another new crowd you realise that you need to to be better than what you are right now.

but instead of being better than what you are , you are not even close to the yesteryear's "you"..... its like "dhobi ka kutta, na ghar ka na ghat ka"

in the end its all about YOU..... and YOU alone....

I am sure YOU must not have understood anything about this blogpost but nonetheless i had to write this.. :D

cheers!!!

UNSUNG HEROES

This is blogpost of mine is dedicated to the UNSUNG HEROES!!!

Unsung heroes are probably the most important characters in any film, book, match or anything… even our life.

In football , the goal scorer or the midfielder who creates the goals is always glorified. Well that is obvious as wayne rooney and ryan giggs deserve that kind of appreciation, but even the less known but equally important player like john oshea deserves the applause. I am not saying that the team mates don’t appreciate his effort, but come on he doesn’t get that limelight as the “stars” get. How many people do you know want to get hold of a oshea no.22 jersey??? Very few I would say.

Well this is just one example.

This happens in the books and movies too.

It is always Frodo Baggins who is the real hero whereas we know he is just more that mediocre. Nobody will look at Samwise , or Pippin. Well Gandalf and Aragon do appreciate all of them but the hero is always Frodo. All others are supporting heroes. Sidekicks.

Even in Harry Potter books (it’s obvious as they are pale copy of Lord of the Rings). It’s always “Harry Potter and blah blah blah”. That useless kid gets away with everything, all the glory and the limelight, whereas he is not even 1% as great as Dumbledore or even Voldemort. Lord Voldemort. Even Fred, George, Lupin, Tonks, Ron, Hermione and even Ginny are better than him. But this green eyed boy gets all the “awwwwwwww”.

Severus Snape!!! That man is god!! I mean everyone who has read the books knows. And we do appreciate him. I am not saying no to that but at the end of the day it’s always Harry Potter!

I recently saw the much hyped New Moon of the Twilight Saga. That is what actually prompted this blogpost. Even in this movie it is that stupid, stupid Edward Cullen who gets away with everything. Jacob Black doesn’t get anything. Even though the main hero talks in an undertone and as if he is constipated it is always he who gets the girl and the limelight. Poor old Jacob Black just doesn’t get anything in the end. And all this when is much better than the stupid hero who is dumb enough to leave the girl for an even dumber reason. (I really didn’t get why he left that heroine … didn’t really care.)

And the girl in this book/movie is a dim-witted female. I mean that Jacob Black made her an awesome bike out of scrap and was always there for her, but the minute she saw a flashy car…… gayi bhaage ke…

Your heart really goes out to such unsung heroes who don’t get the limelight/appreciation which they deserve or to put it in a better way…. People who are dumber than them get more admiration than them.

So this is your moment of glory… all you John O sheas, Rons , SamWises, Snapes and Jacob Blacks in real life… You are the Real Heroes and you are truly AWESOME!!!!!

God Proposes, Man Disposes.

It was the day when Sachin Tendulkar played his best innings against Australia when India was chasing 352. Sachin played a fantabulous knock of 175 but still India lost that match by just 3 runs. Every Indian was very upset that day and we all felt more bad for sachin than for India.

It was truly a day when GOD proposed but MEN disposed.

What happens the next day is actually funny.

People put all sorts of updates on facebook, twitter etc. but there is no formal discussion because it is like coming out of a bad break up. The more you discuss about it the more it hurts.

I went to my gym the next day and met all my friends there. Everyone was quietly working out. I decided it was best not to talk about the match as guys with big muscles are “presumed” to be bad with emotions. (infact all the guys… muscle or not… they are like mascara…. Start running at the sight of emotions)

After some time the guy on the radio said something about the match and then everyone just vented out their emotions.

One guy said, “ it was all fixed man. Otherwise who gets out when there are just 17 runs to win!! Sab satta hai !! “ ( he would probably take a break up pretty badly.)

Other guy cursed ravindra jadeja and the tailenders saying that they couldn’t even get 17 runs.

I pointed out that the top order got out in single figures. This turned the direction of the entire discussion on to Dhoni and Yuvraj.

Someone said Dhoni is useless and is more interested in commercials while our gym instructor made remarks about Yuvraj’s love life.

A ganguly fan who was still nostalgic about the time Dada lead the team said that Dada should be recalled to the team and made the captain.

It was so funny to see so many comment come up. It always happens. Whenever India loses a match every single Indian has a suggestion as to what should have been done.

This love hate relationship will always continue till the time cricket remains a religion in India.

Not to mention our workout for that day was neglected and our gym instructor had to interfere in our discussion to stop it.

But seriously, Wadda innings!!!

A Local Story…

I generally travel by first class from thane to matunga while coming to college. But my quarterly pass had expired and I had to come to college for hardly 10 days in that month. So I decided to take a second class pass for that month.

When you travel in Mumbai, you are frequently known by the train you travel. So even if you don’t know the name of the person, you always address him as, “ arey woh !! 8.19 wala !!” (8.19 being the Thane-CST train which departs thane station at 8.19 am). So like that I am a 8.09 guy.

That day I went early to catch the train as soon as it entered the station. If you don’t want to stand and travel , this is what you have to do. The first class compartment generally gets filled up in 50 seconds of the train coming to a halt. I thought the second class would get filled up even faster. ( There is a general notion that Second class is more crowded; Its completely untrue… I was about to find that out.)

So I jumped in the train and to my surprise I found that I easily got the highly venerated window seat. (the one in the right direction , not the opposite). There was no middle aged gujju man from mulund who had occupied it. ( If there is anyone Thane people hate the most then it’s the people who occupy the window seat by boarding at mulund)

I somehow started liking this compartment inspite of the fact that there were no cushion seats. They don’t really matter, you know.

Then suddenly a group of 8-9 middle aged men banged into the compartment. They were normal working middle class men; mostly maharashtrians. They occupied seats next to me and reserved a few seats for their other friends. Then somebody from the other side of the compartment shouted out, “ JAI MNS!!!” to a guy sitting next to me. He smiled and said, “ JAI CONGRESS!!”. The election results were out the day before and Congress and MNS had badly beaten Shiv Sena and BJP. So this was going to be the hot topic to discuss and I could sense that.

All of them were supporting different parties and they had their reasons. The congress supporters said that they opted for stability, where as the MNS supporters claimed that the change was about to come. The shiv sena supporters were upset for more than one reason. But they were not the only ones who were upset. Even the congress supporters weren’t very happy about the results.

Somewhere deep down inside each one of them knew that things were not going to be different and they were more upset because they are the worst affected by all this. They do their bit by exercising their right to vote yet there is no drastic change in their situation. They still have to travel day in and day out in the overcrowded compartments, they have to work their ass off in their offices so that they will get a good pension that will help them lead a peaceful retired life, they have to educate their children and hope that they don’t face the same lifestyle as they do. Some of them might have had a fight with their wife or neighbour , kids not listening, boss is nagging, had fight with a guy on the way to station, and so many countless other things are there which can multiply the irritation and frustration they have.

Yet there is not a hint of frustration on their face.

It is like the look forward to meeting their friends in the train every morning. That is probably the most amazing time they have in the entire day. And they camaraderie they share is something equivalent to that shared by aamir, saif and akshaye in Dil Chahata Hai. Trust me. It is a treat to watch. They will poke fun at each other, crack jokes, plan outings and do so many things in those 40-50 mins they share together. It is this local train that brings them together and keeps them together.

The bomb-blasts taking place in train do not instill fear in them. They are not afraid of that. They government is impotent; it doesn’t affect them. 31 crores are being spent on a terrorist to keep him alive ; they are not bothered.

And why should they be bothered. They do everything they can do. But after one point you just get saturated by doing the right thing again and again. They won’t stop doing the right thing. But now it really doesn’t matter to them. They have all become indifferent and immune to everything. That is what Mumbai does to you. There is no time for emotions. It is a ruthless city. These people have a very strict schedule to follow and so they derive fun and laughter from anything and everything. Anything bad happens they just cover up the wounds and move on. They have got in the habit of getting used to everything. And its not just them. All of us to a certain extent can relate to this emotion.

Enough is enough and all that big talk is okay. But at the end of the day each one of us has some job to do and so all those things take a back seat.

And even though its saddening to see such indifference, we really cant blame ourselves. All we can hope that things will improve and a certain section of people will do what they are supposed to..